Larry Belt Poet Rhyme

Lost

I reach for the things I cannot have
I love, but it's never returned
Trust is something I give away
Knowing it has to be earned

I mourn for those who need mourning
But for me no tear is shed
No one will offer their shoulder
I cry in silence instead

I weep for the widows and beggers
Just like the good book commands
I've nothing to offer in treasure
I help with my own two hands

I have no place to lay my head
A bench becomes my bed
Each morning I wake up hungry
Knowing that I won't be fed

I'm someone's son or daughter
Somewhere our paths have crossed
I'm the one who fell through the cracks
I'm what the world has lost

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Ralph Taylor April 11, 2012 at 11:39 AM Sad, yet touching piece, my friend. Enjoyed. Kudos. Ralphie

Barbara Gorelick April 10, 2012 at 7:30 AM Hi Larry, I will think of this piece daily, when I pass the little man on the corner..with his sign."please help"BG...

Joann Grisetti April 9, 2012 at 10:53 PM I am sure everyone knows someone like this with the world the way it's going. I also help with my hands and heart as I have no job now. Very powerful poem.